I do this, off and on, every few months.
I have the strangest taste in men.
And I don't mean that because Miyavi is unattractive or anything - he's stunning. Just that, if you could see my ex, you'd probably break your brain trying to reconcile how I could date that guy and simultaneously find Miyavi attractive as all get out.
One of the most accurate things ever said about me is that I am a "woman of extremes."
It's very clearly true when it comes to my taste in men. I like brutal, tough, manly men who ooze testosterone from their thick five o'clock shadows. (The ex was one of those. He was Spanish-Italian, a former Marine, rock steady, RAWR! type.) In that same vein, I can get behind (underneath?) slightly-less-than-brutal types if they are, say, sociopathic serial killers. (SHUT UP DON'T JUDGE ME!)
My heart gets all aflutter at the thought of Dexter (from "Dexter") killin' people... Seriously, he puts on his "killing clothes" (see below) and I need a cold shower pronto, bitches.
...or Sylar (from "Heroes") being all honey badger about shit. He tried to be a good guy for a while, then was like, "You know what? Being an awesome murderer is way better. Screw you guys, I'm going
I ALSO feel that special tingle for ultra-androgynous men. Mostly musicians, as it happens.
Like Miyavi.
(young, girly) Brian Molko.
(Libertines cover-era) Carl Barât
I dunno, man. I have issues ALL over the place. I can't just pick one thing and go with it. I have to be DIFFICULT.
Oh, right, food. I ate some of it today. And then I threw it back up because, srsly, fuck that.
I give up. I'm going to just attempt fasting tomorrow, and see if that makes me feel any calmer. Because this whole "eating stuff even though I don't want to and then puking it up" crap is getting old.
I'mma go take a bunch of psyllium husks and explode my belly while I listen to Kara's Flowers and remember what Maroon 5 sounded like before they were famous. Woo!
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